Lin Shen naturally did not believe Shi Zhongqing's explanation. With a shake of the hand gripping his spear, he shattered the three copper coins wrapped around Dead Powder, then thrust at Shi Zhongqing at high speed.
For some reason, although this thrust had clearly been aimed at Shi Zhongqing's throat, once it shot out, it veered off course and streaked past Shi Zhongqing's neck.
Lin Shen thrust several times in succession. Shi Zhongqing stood there without moving an inch, yet every strike went wide, unable to touch his body.
To onlookers, it seemed as though Lin Shen was holding back, or perhaps testing Shi Zhongqing, as if he had no intention of killing him at all.
"I told you, you cannot kill me today. Do not waste your strength in vain." Holding the tortoiseshell, Shi Zhongqing spoke calmly.
Lin Shen fixed his gaze on Shi Zhongqing and saw that although Shi Zhongqing stood there, not a single Thread of Emptiness connected him to this world.
This was practically impossible. While living in this world, eating, drinking, relieving oneself—every aspect of life created ties to the world. Even if one neither ate nor drank, merely breathing would still form a connection to this world.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if one did not breathe and became dead, so long as the body occupied space in this universe—even if burned to ash and turned to smoke, its molecules would still be connected to this world.
Where there was a connection, there would be Threads of Emptiness. For a person to have no connection with this world, he could only be someone who did not exist in this world.
Shi Zhongqing was clearly a living man. How could he not exist in this world?
With a focused sweep of his eyes, Lin